Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.